Zhang Junping pushed Liu Zhengwen away in disgust, "What's there to show off about having a relative in Xiangjiang? I'm so surprised, let alone my classmate when I go out, I can't afford to embarrass this person."
"I was surprised to find out that there is a relative in Xiangjiang..., tsk tsk tsk!
Did you know that even if someone in the capital has a relative from Xiangjiang, it will make the neighbors jealous?
The doorstep of the house could be trampled to pieces by a matchmaker." Liu Zhengwen clicked his tongue and yelled strangely.
Zhang Junping shook his head speechlessly and did not argue with Liu Zhengwen.
This is the tragedy of this era.
Those who can be admitted to the Central Academy of Fine Arts are those who have a strong interest in art and a certain degree of talent.
However, even these people do not attach as much importance to art as their predecessors, such as Xu Beihong, Zhang Daqian, and his master Yang Mingde, the old lady and others were as enthusiastic about art.
Like Liu Zhengwen, he has talent and enthusiasm, and has achieved certain results.
However, in Liu Zhengwen's eyes, Zhang Junping's artistic achievements are still not as good as those of a relative in Xiangjiang.
This cannot but be said to be a tragedy.
No wonder, when later generations evaluate the Central Academy of Fine Arts, they say that the 1980s was an era of decline for the Central Academy of Fine Arts.
After the 1980s, Central Academy of Fine Arts has never produced an art master, not even comparable to the new generation of the 1990s.
"With or without relatives in Xiangjiang, we live twenty-four hours a day, three meals a day, and one bed.
You can only marry one daughter-in-law, how dare you marry two?"
"Who said that? If we move to Xiangjiang, I heard that polygamy is still practiced here in Xiangjiang." Liu Zhengwen licked his lips enviously.
Men always eat from the bowl and think about what's in the pot.
"hehe!
Lao Liu, when did you become an old man? Hong Kong did allow polygamy before the 1970s, but later, in order to protect men, monogamy was implemented." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Protecting men? Ping'er, are you saying the opposite? Shouldn't monogamy protect women's rights?"
"Old Liu, you! You are still too young!" Zhang Junping shook his head and patted Liu Zhengwen on the shoulder.
“It was a man who established monogamy, do you think he was thinking about women?
Wrong! It’s all just to protect men.”
"Where did you hear this fallacy?"
"Here's nonsense? Old Liu, if nothing else, can you feed your wife?
If there is one more, can you still feed it?
If they are not fed enough, do you dare to guarantee that they will not go out to look for food?" Zhang Junping's series of questions left Liu Zhengwen speechless.
He would definitely not admit that he could not feed his wife enough.
However, when it comes to being able to feed people, there is always some lack of confidence.
The next day, Zhang Junping did not stay in front of his work.
Instead, they received Liu Qianli and his party in a small conference room next to the Great Hall.
On Zhang Junping's side, in addition to Huang Xue, there is also Lin Yanxiang, the barrister who signed the contract with Standard Chartered Bank before.
After a brief introduction, Zhang Junping directly put his things on the conference table.
An old white man with only a ring of hair left and a rosacea nose took out a magnifying glass and carefully picked up a stamp, with a hint of excitement on his face.
The other one is also white, tall and burly, with meticulously combed hair, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and picked up the sketch with a serious expression.
A thin piece of paper seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and the trembling hands revealed the mood of the burly foreigner.
Zhang Junping sat calmly on the sofa, watching several foreigners quietly, and carefully doing the appraisal.
"Authentic! This is Pablo's authentic work!" A moment later, the burly middle-aged foreigner was the first to shout excitedly.
Picasso had just died ten years ago, when his works were at their most popular.
That’s not right, Picasso’s paintings have always been crazily sought after in Europe and the United States.
What people in Europe and the United States really like is their own art, such as oil paintings, Western sculptures, etc.
As for oriental artworks, they are just their trophies and a way for them to show off the glorious experiences of their ancestors.
Or simply regard oriental art as a tool for profit-making.
In fact, for the same reason, Picasso's sketches, no matter how much they are sought after by people in Europe, America and other countries, are just a profit-making tool for Zhang Junping.
Zhang Junping sat on the sofa, looking at the excited foreigner, as if he was an old god, but he was constantly thinking about how to maximize his profits.
"Mr. Zhang, congratulations. This sketch of yours can be confirmed to be an authentic work by Picasso." Liu Qianli congratulated Zhang Junping.
Zhang Junping smiled and said, if it was a fake, he wouldn't have the nerve to show it!
After all, he is also unanimously evaluated by many big shots as a future art master.
I can't afford to lose this guy.
Seeing that Zhang Junping didn't show any excitement at all, Liu Qianli felt a little nervous.
What auction houses are most afraid of is this type of people, who are too calm and too rational.
Such people are also the worst to fool.
"Mr. Zhang, in order to maximize our profits and allow you to gain more income, we are going to send this Picasso sketch to the Sotheby's headquarters in London for auction...
What else do you want?"
"I heard that paintings like Picasso's can be used as collateral and mortgaged to banks for loans?" Zhang Junping turned to look at Lin Yanxiang, the barrister he hired.
"Yes, Mr. Zhang, as a world-famous painter, Picasso's works are deeply loved by collectors and the market feedback is very good.
Therefore, Picasso's paintings can be used as the highest quality assets for mortgage loans." Lin Yanxiang replied faithfully.
"Haha, Mr. Liu, I originally planned to auction this Picasso painting to raise funds for an investment business.
Now, since the bank can provide mortgage loans, it seems that there is no need for me to send it to auction."
When Zhang Junping said this, Liu Qianli suddenly became anxious.
If he can send Picasso's sketches and those stamps to the London headquarters for auction, then he will not only complete the entire year's task.
Promotion and salary increase are also indispensable.
Just as he was about to speak, Zhang Junping waved his hand, "No way!
The most important thing in life is to be honest. Since I said before, I will hand it over to Mr. Liu for auction.
Then let's leave these things to Mr. Liu for auction.
But, I have a request!"
"Say it!" Liu Qianli was overjoyed and said respectfully.
"For Picasso's sketches, the base price I require is one million U.S. dollars plus ten pairs of Chinese calligraphy, painting or porcelain.
The minimum requirement for calligraphy and painting is Zhang Daqian’s calligraphy and painting.
As for the porcelain, it must be from the third dynasty of the Qing Dynasty at least." Zhang Junping opened his mouth and directly made a request that Liu Qianli thought was excessive.
"Mr. Zhang, your request has no precedent..."
"Haha, I will have it later! I also have a few Picasso sketches behind me..."